THE VOICE OF THE MESSENGER

I said that your soul was gone

no one believed me;

so i shook my head silently

and watched as the doom caved in...

I said that the light you see

is nothing but the shadow of the hell fires-

the place you're going soon

for all the evil you did, and still continue to do.

but as ever,

you didnt believe me,

so i smiled sadly

and saw your fate closing in...

I said that the music you hear

is nothing but the dirge being sung

you didnt believe me when i said

that you will go the same way too- 

hanging on the shoulders of the people you dont even know-strangers

but you didnt believe me

so i pursed my lips

and became a spectator of your fall...

I said that the beauty you see

is the forgotten remembrances of the actual shine.

"All that glitters is not gold"

I said it till my voice grew hoarse

but yoy still run behind the mirage 

that plays tricks on your eyes

again and yet again...

I said the end will come

but no one believed me

so i sit ticking down the dates on my chart

neatly piling the good and the bad

because the time will come

and the judgement being done

on the basis of the good you did

which Alas! is so piteously few

that i turn my head away,

away from your cries;

the sounds that were scorching the skies...